A series of extremely weird stories surrounding our favourite mischievous anti-hero!
...and maybe the occasional Tom Hiddleston one too ;)
⚠️ This story may contain language that Steve would not approve of. Viewer discretion is advised.
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Summary: When the compound gets attacked, Loki's mind is on one person only: you.
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader
Warning(s): mentions of typical cannon-like violence, angst with a fluffy ending, lemme know if I forgot anything
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Loki paced the command centre of the compound, his mind filled with worry and anxiety. The team were preparing for an impending attack, and his senses were on high alert. But amidst the chaos, his attention was drawn to one person—Ella.
Ella, Stark's sarcastic and quick-witted assistant, had become an unexpected source of solace and understanding in his life. Their shared banter and sarcasm forged a connection that defied explanation, and though they insisted it was only friendship to others, Loki couldn't deny the unspoken bond that lingered between them.
With every playful jab and snarky remark exchanged between the pair, Loki found himself yearning for her remarks more; yearning for her more. She was a guiding light in his otherwise tumultuous existence, a constant source of laughter and comfort. But with the imminent threat hanging over them, his worries multiplied tenfold.
The alarm blared, signalling the arrival of the enemy. The Avengers sprung into action, each member taking their position. Loki's gaze darted across the room, searching for Ella amidst the chaos, but she was nowhere to be found.
Fear gripped his heart as panic began to settle in. He knew he had to focus on the battle at hand, but the thought of Ella in danger gnawed at his every thought. The chaos surrounding him blurred as he desperately tried to locate her, his heart pounding in his chest.
The battle was fierce, and the air crackled with energy. Loki summoned his magic, weaving spells to defend his allies and maim their enemies, but his mind remained fixated on Ella's safety. Every strike, every movement was driven by the fear of losing her--something that he simply couldn't bear.
But the battle was relentless, and he was forced to fight enemies on multiple fronts. Each passing second without any sign of Ella heightened his anxiety. His thoughts swirled with worst-case scenarios, a cascade of possibilities that threatened to overwhelm him.
Finally, with the evil mastermind was captured and his minions fleeing, Loki took a moment to catch his breath. His mind raced as he scanned the aftermath of the battle, searching desperately for any trace of Ella. The compound was in disarray, and his heart clenched with a mix of dread and determination.
His voice trembled as he called out her name, the worry seeping into his tone. "Ella! Ella, where are you?"
Silence echoed in response, and a chilling realisation settled over him. She was nowhere to be found. Panic welled up within him, threatening to consume him entirely. He refused to believe the worst, but his fears gnawed at the edges of his mind.
He sprinted through the compound, his heart pounding in his chest. The empty corridors only deepened his despair. Each step felt heavier than the last as he desperately searched for any sign of her. The world had narrowed down to a singular focus—finding Ella.
Suddenly, he came upon a room, the door slightly ajar. His heart leaped with hope as he pushed it open, revealing Ella inside. Relief washed over him, replacing the fear that had gripped his heart.
She looked up, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and worry. The sight of her safe and unharmed fueled his emotions, overwhelming him in a rush of gratitude. Without a second thought, he closed the distance between them, his arms enveloping her in a desperate embrace.
"I was so worried," he murmured, his voice a mere whisper as he held her tightly. "I couldn't bear the thought of losing you."
Ella clung to him, her voice trembling with emotion. "I-I'm here, Loki. I'm safe. We're safe."
In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of battle, the weight of unspoken words pressed heavily upon him. His gaze met hers, and a silent understanding passed between them. No words were needed. They both knew the depth of their connection, the unbreakable bond that had formed between them.
A small smile tugged at the corners of Loki's lips, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and longing. "You truly have a talent for disappearing, Ella. I must commend you on that."
She chuckled softly, the sound a balm to his soul. "Well, I can't let you have all the spotlight, can I? Gotta keep you on your toes, Mischief."
He couldn't help but smile wider, the warmth of her presence seeping into his being. "Indeed, sunflower. You do have a knack for turning my world upside down. But I wouldn't have it any other way."
Their banter was a dance, a delicate balance of words that masked the depths of their emotions. In that moment, Loki knew he would fight tooth and nail to protect her, to ensure that she remained by his side. Their bond was a secret, an unspoken truth that bound them together, stronger than any formal declaration.
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